LR 6.01.076 {p} ‘You’re not dreaming come.’

6.01.072 With a cry Frodo.
6.01.073 He was naked, whip-weal.
6.01.074 ‘Frodo! Mr. Frodo, eyes.
6.01.075 ‘Am I still horrible.’
6.01.076 ‘You’re not dreaming come.’
6.01.077 ‘I can hardly you?’
6.01.078 ‘It was indeed, you.’
6.01.079 ‘Well, you have hand.
6.01.080 Sam felt that morning.